Day 239 - Puno & Peru sum up -Monday 11th June 2012 We arrived into Puno bus station at 6am and were welcomed by the "Sophie Flint" name tag held by the man from our hotel. Thankfully the hotel let us check in early so we got straight into bed and went to sleep! Come 11.30am England were playing (the Euros) so we sat in bed and watched the game- well Ad watched the game, I just messed around on the internet. Once the football was finished we headed out fo...

Day 237, 238 - Cusco, Peru - Saturday 9th, Sunday 10th June 2012 Our two days back in Cusco were mainly spent recovering from our trek - basically sleeping lots, eating lots, getting all of our washing done, catching up with friends and family on Skype and generally chilling out. On the Saturday daytime, with the trek still fresh in our minds and our legs aching we decided to take advantage of one of the (regularly offered and cheap) massages - what an experi...

Day 236 - Machu Picchu, Peru - Friday 8th June 2012 Breakfast at 5:00 am, which is probably one of our earliest starts, but it was going to be well worth it as today we are going to get to Machu Picchu for sunrise!! After scoffing down our breakfast we caught the first bus up the steep incline to the gates of Machu Picchu. I always thought that we would be walking to the summit but the road up is just a boring switchback and there is nothing to see, plus we ha...

Day 232, 233, 234, 235 - Salkantay trek, Peru- Monday 4th to Thursday 7th June 2012 Come 5am we were showered, packed and already in the car heading to our first destination town of Mollepata - a mere three hours away. Our group consisted of a really nice New Yorker called Mo and five Norwegian lads who all looked very similar in the early light of the day - I was the only female, again! Our guide for the trip was the lovely Henry (not a very Peruvian name!) w...

Day 227, 228,229 - Huacachina, Peru- Wednesday 30th, Thursday 31st May, Friday 1st June 2012 After only four and a half hours on the lovely Cruz Del Sol bus we arrived in Ica. On the bus Soph had got chatting to a French man and after talking to him for over an hour he asked if we were Dutch!? This is the third person to ask us if we're from Holland - we can understand how we might not look English but you'd think that he would have picked up on Soph's London...